Chapter 3
Exhausted we finally finished, locked up and went to granny’s house. Granny’s house is as crazy as her shop kitchen. The wallpaper is outlandish colors and has every sort of candy you could imagine. Again clocks hung on every wall. They were all sorts of different shapes and colors. My favorite was the striped candy shaped one that had “CANDY TIME!” written where all the numbers should have been.
Granny showed us our rooms. Mine was to be a light blue room with vivid bubblegum pink carpet. It had a chandelier and a twin bed with a canopy. There was also a comfortable bright orange chair with a reading lamp, just right for me.
Annie’s room was just as crazy. The carpet was a bright, gay green and walls a dazzling sunshine yellow. Clocks hung on all the walls and another big comfy brilliant blue chair and reading lamp occupied the room. She had a twin bed with a canopy too.
We settled into our bedrooms and then went down for a quick dinner. We then crashed in our beds ready for sleep before another hectic day tomorrow.
The next morning, even though I had had a late night, I was up at six o’clock. I walked into Annie’s room to see if she was awake and sure enough she was sitting in her chair reading her book.
“Hey Annie, want to go exploring ‘round this house?” I asked
“Sure, just let me finish my chapter.” She replied
We started in our rooms. We found that our closets were adjoining and we could get to each other’s room through them. I noticed a door in my room that I hadn’t noticed the day before and opened it. It led to the bathroom, Yippee the bathroom.
We went to Annie’s room next. Her room held nothing more exciting than a door type thing in her ceiling. We opened it up and found a ladder that led up into the attic. I hadn’t even known that granny’s house had an attic.
I went and got my flashlight and we ventured up into the attic. It held mainly old furniture and trunks that held childhood memories of my aunts and uncles. My mom’s was there too and we took a look in it. It had some ballroom dance shoes and a manuscript of a play she had written for her siblings to put on when they were little. There was her old doll she was always telling me about, but I bet she didn’t know it even existed anymore.
The rest of the attic had boxes of old clothing. I did find a box of photo albums that looked centuries old. One of them had paintings from great-great-great-grandfathers time. There was even a picture of him and granny had said he hated picture sittings.
We finally finished rummaging through the attic and moved onto the other guest rooms in granny’s house. Those rooms were all uninteresting except for one. It had purple and orange striped walls and blinding yellow carpet, but other than that it was normal.
From there we moved onto the middle floor. The hallway was the most interesting of all the rooms in the way of cool hidden doors. The hallway had a cupboard under the stairs. You know like Harry Potter. The cupboard had an inconspicuous little door inside it that, when opened, had little stairs that you could go down. We went down the stairs and then down the little tunnel that they led to. The tunnel wasn’t that big and if granny were to come in it she would have to duck her head, but we are shorter than her so we fit just fine.
The tunnel led to another set of stairs this time leading up and we followed them as well. They brought us to a door like the one in the cupboard under the stairs. We opened the door and it brought us to . . . granny’s shop kitchen.
We looked at each other flabbergasted. There was a tunnel leading from granny’s cupboard under the stairs to her shop kitchen. I bet that’s how she gets to the shop on cold days.
I looked at my watch to see what time it was and was amazed to see that it was already seven fifteen. Granny was sure to be up by now and we could ask her about this tunnel.
Annie looked at me and gestured toward the door. I nodded and she went back into the tunnel. I followed and we made our way back to granny’s house.
Granny was in the kitchen making French toast. “Good morning!” she said brightly. “Good morning” we replied. As soon as the French toast was done we sat down at the table and ate our breakfast. About half way through my first piece of French toast I decided to approach the topic of the tunnel.
“Granny, How come there is a tunnel underneath the house that leads to the candy shop?”
“What? How do you know about that?” She looked up confused
“We went exploring this morning and found the tunnel.” Annie clarified
“Oh, well when I first started this candy shop it was when there weren’t any buildings out here and so we had our choice of where to put it and the house. We were able to build it so that there was a quick way to get between the two buildings. The tunnel was the most obvious way to do so and still be inconspicuous. You see?”
“Yep!” we answered at the same time.
Well that was one question answered but I still had a million more and more would come later as the days and weeks progressed.
As we headed to the store the morning was bright and warm. We joked and laughed, that is we joked and laughed until we saw the queue surrounding the store. The group was huge! I’m sure my mouth was wide open in a gape as tall as the Eiffel tower! Annie was just as flabbergasted.
“Granny,” I whispered “is the crowd always this big?”
“Yep” she replied with a smile “every day”
yesterdays quote: "We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams."
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